An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

they

see this though to the very end

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didn't listen and get their face

rest of his peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the fact

one brought

of their tolerance level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled

because we're stronger, obviously." Britta

the air, so there was really no

none of them went out and said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana Potions of all kinds so they could treat Miasma Poisoning if it ever

was doubtful that they would share their goods with

suppose this is a good opportunity for peddlers to make some money." Sherlock

enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large

they could sell their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than the usual

to buy those items—whether it be Potions

venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a lot

to focus on those behind us. It should be the opposite, don't

cast their gaze on

held his briefcase like a traveling businessman,

importantly, he had remained quiet

Until now.

one thing." Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his eyes met every single

at the massive entrance

the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at hand, we

to them

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there

or weak,

result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be cut off as

Dungeon, there were unknown

understanding could not comprehend them, just as they could